Yesterday, I had a sinfully good cup of ice cream at Papa Diddi's. I had a wicked combination of tres leches and chocnut scoops. Both flavored complemented each other well. When combined together, the taste would remind me of frozen hot chocolate. It may not have been my cheat day, but I enjoyed my ice cream with gusto. I savored every spoonful. Since Papa Diddi's only uses carabao's milk, their scoops are creamier, richer, and smoother. It was a lovely experience, considering that A was with me and the raindrops were falling on the rooftop.
I worked out this morning, and I realized that the ice cream made me happier because it reminded me of simpler times. Back when I did not worry about counting calories, I enjoyed each meal and dessert. Having dessert these days is a luxury which I cannot always afford, as I have budget and health considerations. Nevertheless, an occasional cup of ice cream to remind me that life is beautiful will not hurt.